Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this sh**?
Yeah, Dre, let's rip sh** up
Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them
Funky beats?
Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna
Call this? Tell'em what yo name is?
Yeah something like that
Allright, let's kick this sh** on the one
Kick it
Back by demand, now it's big as f**k
Because you as the public, you should know what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
Cause it was based on some crazy sh**
So our final conclusion has been permitted
Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it
But that was a part of showbizz
Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is?
Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain
And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon
On "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law
I'm just the baddest motherf**ker that you ever saw
See, I peep and then I creep on a fool
Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool
Dig a grave of a n***a lookin' up to me
That really had the nerve that he could f**k with me
Who was the man in the ma**, while I was waitin' to axe
You know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho a**
Gettin' respect in showbizz
Hey yo homeboy Why don't you tell'em what yo name is?
Dre, the motherf**kin' doctor, b**h hopper
The s**er-motherf**ker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
So now, let's get the motherf**kin' session
Goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'
Rhymes. So keep in mind all the s**ers I'm blowin'
Cause I'm a start showin' the time
Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine
Unlike a lotta s**ers who claim they're gettin' busy
When their records only make good frisbees
You need to stop runnin' off the mouth
Stop and think before you put some whack bullsh** out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple
To create something funky that's original
You need to talk about the place to be
Who you are, what you got, about a s** MC
Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you
Still ain't told'em enough, man
Allright, Allright
Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright
Kick it
This is portable, something to f**k with yo ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
To f**k it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some sh** to make the b**hes wanna s** our dicks
But it's an everyday thang
Communicating to y'all with the Compton slang
Compton's back in the house and your appartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
Cause the way we feel, we're gonna f**k it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
b**hes screamin' and sh**, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end
Or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
s**ers, the motherf**kers with the ego hype
Cause we're positive and they're on a negative type
And if think we're about to quit...
Motherf**ker you ain't heard sh**
Yeah, that sh** was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren?
I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre
Cold kickin' it in the place
Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house
Yella Boy in the house
My boy Ice Cube
Arabian Prince cold rockin' sh**
Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say wha**up to my homeboys from CNW
Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this sh**?
Tell'em what yo name is?
Yeah something like that...